Winters feel is in the air,
Wish I was up north with a roaring fire place,
A cup of hot cider,
And my family was still alive,
Dad be in the rocker
There was one on either side of the fire,
The wood stove and wood stove small furnace would be going to,
An Iowa ham in the oven of the gas stove ut was easier to regulate the heat,
On the wood stove potatos boiling for potatos mashed of course,
Cream peas in a big iron skillet,
Ellen and mom and I playing some rummy,
Other gone family would filter in alive,
Aunt Wava and Uncle Norm,
Their two youngest daughters,
Karen and Laurie,
I set the table,
Grace would be said,
The upstairs of the log cabin build during WWII nice and toasty,
Beckoning,
After a long day of putting up wood,
Cub Lake in Sawyer Couny a rare prize bought by my grand dad for $5k in the 1930’s had my older half sister dreiling with the want of it,
No place on earth like it.
Val Whitewolf 